Ascension 2

Chapter Fifty Nine: And Now for Something Completely Different Part Four. 

James Gordon busied himself with work and looked over various files relating to the murders so far. To say that this was a baffling case would be putting things mildly once again but the Autopsy report that was done on Karlo was something that was of particular incident and he was hunting for vital clues that would point him in the right direction.

So far, there was nothing out of the ordinary, at least nothing that he couldn't expected. Other than the obvious fact that he was dead, Karlo was in pretty good shape for a many of his age. Not really unexpected, given that he was an Actor and thus needed to look his best through whatever means be they fair or foul.

The cause of death was the stab wound to the heart, the others were really unnecessary, and done in a fit of rage. Or so he assumed to that was the case.

He would find out more information when the toxicology and blood work came out but until then, Gordon felt like he was grasping at straws, and chasing something, quite frankly he was chasing some kind of phantom if he wanted to be honest with himself. The motive was there he had a feeling but he didn't have that one defining piece that would jam the entire investigation together.

A knock on the door jarred Gordon out of his thoughts. "It's open."

The door swung open merely seconds later and Jones popped inside of the room. Straight down to business, the detective stated one thing. "There's been another murder."

Gordon pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed. "Let me guess, the Actor that we interviewed earlier?"

"Yes," Jones confirmed and he paused before he decided to drop the other bombshell. "But that's not all."

Gordon waited to see what Jones would have to tell him and he waved on, to indicate that his full and undivided attention was on the case. Each wrinkle to this mystery added another complex layer.

"Another producer of the film, this time a female, she's been murdered as well," Jones reported and Gordon's mouth snapped in shock, but he quickly recovered, the time he took could be charted in mere seconds.

"What….what happened?" Gordon asked, managing to recover as quickly as one could expect from hearing news like this.

Jones grimly explained. "They were both found by a member of the hotel staff, they didn't arrive on set at the expected time. So someone called the front desk at the hotel and they sent someone up to check on them, and that was when the bodies were founded."

Gordon's glance grew grimmer.

"Emergency services were called, and dispatch sent a call out for a nearby unit to check things out, in this case it was McDonald and Allen, it was called in after realizing it was connected to the other murders," Jones further explained and he stepped forward, leaning in towards the desk. "The crime scene has been closed off until you can take a look at things."

Gordon nodded his head, this situation was picking up, but where it was going, he didn't really know what was going on. He pulled himself away from his desk; making sure to put all of the files of the investigation back into what he assumed was an orderly manner.

'The more murders there are, you would think that it would be easier, but it was harder, someone must really have it out for that movie,' Gordon thought to himself and he shook his head. He couldn't begin to figure out exactly how but there was a missing piece to the puzzle and it bothered him to no end.

He casually grabbed his coat and hat from the nearby coat rack and turned to Jones who was waiting for him.

"Are you ready?" Gordon asked and Jones nodded. "Then let's go."

The two of them made their way from the office and they didn't even walk four feet before they were greeted by an interesting sight.

"Stupid machine, you think that you're smarter than me," Bullock grumbled, sitting down in front of the newly fixed computer, scaring down a doughnut and sending crumbs flying in every which direction on the keyboard.

Out of all of the cops that had not made the digital age with ease, Harvey Bullock was one of the top of the list not to meet the criteria. To say the man was pretty much old school would be putting things rather bluntly and easily. That being said, he kept shaking his head and grumbled.

Renee sat across the desk from him, trying to keep the exasperation on her face to a minimum. Bullock's side of the desk resembled the man himself, very unkempt, with donut crumbs and paper strewn across it. Right now her head was placed on the cleaner side of the desk, sighing completely.

She valiantly tried with every fiber of her being and every single amount of self-control that she had not to bash her head into said desk.

Thankfully she stopped him from using the CD-Rom as a drink cup holder….again.

Gordon cleared his throat and both Montoya and Bullock turned around. He was facing them, with a stoic look.

"Now what," Bullock grumbled, glad to get away from this demon machine, even if it was for just a few minutes.

"There's been another murder."

"Something else to do with the Terror?" Montoya asked and Gordon nodded in agreement, before he made his way towards the door.

That case so far ate up a lot of time and energy, and what seemed to many to be a random act of violence at the time was turning more sinister.

The clock tower was one of the prime areas of real estate that they were able to develop. It looked rather antique on the outside, because it was an older building, and one that had not had any use for many years.

That being said, it was looking more spacious and modern on the inside, as more of the equipment was being fitted. Harry, Dinah, Diana, and Jaime walked around the area of the Clock Tower, seeing how the construction of it went, pretty good. Roof for improvement mind you, but it looked pretty good.

"Not bad, we really fixed this place up, do you think that Barbara would find any use of it?" Dinah asked him and Harry smiled.

"I think that she would."

The friction between Barbara and Nashton was high and Harry was a perceptive person who picked up on it the moment that he was there. Therefore, it stood to reason that Oracle might need a space to call her own all too soon. Perhaps he was reading too much into this but something had to give all too soon.

"The Clock Tower would be the perfect place to expand the operation, wouldn't it?" Jaime asked with a smile.

They purchased it through the same holding company that they had been using to purchase up LuthorCorp stocks but it had been converted to another purpose, mostly because Harry didn't want it tracked back to him and that was buying up various forms of real estate all around Gotham City.

That being said, the Clocktower proved to be the prime purchase, he had a feeling and the Return on Investment would in fact be fairly high all things considered. His green eyes flickered into the distance, peering down all over Gotham City as he stood, arms folded, as he watched over the city.

"So, you approve of it?" Jaime asked, she was the operations manager, therefore she was responsible in converting it to usable living space. That being said, she wanted Harry's opinion on the situation.

His green eyes averted towards hers and Jaime could feel his large than life presence hover over her.

"I don't know about Harry, but in my opinion, it would work out rather well," Diana said and Dinah nodded in agreement, but they wanted Harry's opinion.

Harry was scoping things out and he smiled. "Well as I told you before, the Clock Tower hits several basic points, the feasibility being the one of them, since it's in a central location."

"That's why I thought of it to be honest," Jaime said, placing her hand on her hip. "It offers us to a different area of the city but…"

"There's a downside," Harry told her and Jaime whistled, she had knew that things would not be perfectly. Dinah and Diana looked at her, curiously, and the emerald eyed sorceress decided to explain to them what was the biggest fundamental problem of utilizing the Clock Tower, nothing that they couldn't work their way around mind you, but it was still kind of annoying.

Jaime sighed for a second and then went into the explanation. "The biggest downside is that we still have to wire the building up for electricity."

"It's an old building though, isn't it?" Diana asked and Jaime nodded in response.

"Old is putting things mildly, but yes, it is old, extremely old, like nineteenth century old," Jaime said without missing a beat. "It was one of the original buildings designed by Cyrus Pinkey, but nowhere near as famous as the courthouse."

"Surprised that it was acquired in the first place," Harry said and Jaime smiled.

"Well the building was bought during the depression rather cheaply, but the family who had it had fallen into some hard times, mostly because of their own doing," Jaime told him and Harry raised his eyebrow. "Bad business deals but good news for us, as I was able to pick it up fairly cheaply, in fact the same price that they were able to get it during the Depression."

"Impressive," Harry said and he wrapped his arms around her and gave her a deep kiss, pretty much kissing her breathless.

Jaime returned the kiss with equal fever, and she backed off, her brain taking a moment for her brain to reboot. Diana and Dinah watched in amusement from her but she recovered quicker than most would from it.

"Anyway, we're going to need a complete rewiring of this place to bring this up to the same standards that you expect from RAO tower," Jaime said, and she placed her hand on her chin in deep thought. There was so much to do, it was a good thing they had the talented staff that would be able to do it.

"Don't we have that construction company on retainer?" Harry asked her and Jaime nodded with a smile on her face.

"Yes, and I'm sure that they would be pretty eager to do the work, and very quietly given what we're paying them," Jaime said and all thought that it was acceptable.

"So, exactly what level of technology are going to have available for her?" Dinah asked and Harry turned towards her. "You know that Barbara's the embodiment of the entire, curiosity killed the cat expression, in fact she personifies it more than anyone else."

"Well that's a good explanation for her as ever," Diana said and Harry smiled at her.

"And extremely fitting to be honest," Jaime said but never the less, they waited for the answers.

"Five or so years above the current generation of Red Sun, I'd imagine," Harry said after a moment of thought. "That's putting the James Bond tech principal into play, I believe."

'Well given that you are the living embodiment of him, that's pretty fitting,' Amanda thought.

'You know, it is pretty hard to deny that,' Donna thought and Harry smiled.

'I wasn't denying it,' Harry said swiftly.

"But be that as it may, I'll be able to provide her with everything that she needs and then some to do the best job that she can," Harry concluded, wrapping things up rather nicely.

"You know, it's surprising that she hasn't come to the conclusion that you're Nightwing or that Dinah is Black Canary," Diana said and Dinah snorted in amusement.

"Oh, really…..I'm pretty sure that she knows a lot more than she's letting on, but there's just the thing about plausible deniability," Dinah said shaking her head and Harry smiled.

"I'm pretty sure that James knows as well, but both of them are refusing to bring up that point, because like Dinah said, plausibility deniability," Harry said to them. He took breath and added, almost as if an afterthought. "And in Barbara's case, it would mean keeping it from her father."

'There's actually a betting pool going on,' Kara popped in and Harry looked rather amused, or rather bemused by the fact that this information was popping up now. 'It's nothing too serious but…..there is just a question of whether her, Vicki, and Lois will be able to make the question first.'

'You know Lois is the front runner with me, she does seem a little obsessed with Nightwing, but then again, no one in this bond has really any room to judge,' Donna said and there was a lot of agreement from all of them on that fact.

"So, what about the Car?" Jaime asked, she was curious about the conclusion that Diana and Harry come up about.

"Well, I'm thinking that we're going to have to rebuild it with some of the materials that should be completely out of this world," Diana said and both of them raised their eyebrows at each other. "Both the engine and the cars itself, otherwise the simulation shows the same thing every time, the tires disintegrate and it's followed by the rest of the car."

'I think that I might have something in mind,' Karen thought to herself, shaking her head with a smile on her face and she grew suddenly thoughtful. 'Got to check the feasibility of it myself and let's face it, it was even high tech by Kryptonian standards, and it would be really expensive.'

It was here that Harry shrugged his shoulders. "If Bruce Wayne can use his discretionary budget to fund his nocturnal activities, I can do the same."

That was a fair enough assessment as far as everyone is concerned.

"Come on, there is another change that I want to show you," Jaime said, in a rather impatient voice.

She took Harry by the hand, and made their way to a bedroom.

"You mentioned a couple of safe houses," Jaime told him and Harry smiled and nodded.

"That I did," Harry replied, pleased to see that she was the ball with something like this and suddenly, she smiled, running her hand over his chest.

"But naturally, I think that the four of us can make sure that we can test the security of the bed," Jaime said, pushing Harry back and practically straddled him. Her blouse had a couple of buttons undone and things were about to become even more undone.

Jaime felt Harry's hands undress her, stripping down article after article of clothing, until she was down to an extremely lacy green pair of bra and panties and she was wet between the legs to boot.

"Nice," Harry whispered, and this caused her to shudder when he ran his hand down her legs she closed her eyes feeling the heat. "Very, very nice."

"Yes," Jaime whimpered and his mouth kissed all over her body, but she slowly stripped him using magic. His muscular chest was revealed, and then his pants came off, to reveal the growing tent.

As Jaime was being kissed, Dinah grabbed Harry's tool through his pants and began to pump it up and down. The blonde bombshell slowly worked him over, and then worked his pants off, allowing him room to breathe.

Diana used swift precisely, stripping Dinah naked and distracting her from this by kissing her body. Dinah's mouth was completely full at the moment, her very able lips wrapped around Harry's cock.

"Well, you seem to have been working out," Diana murmured, kissing her way down Dinah's body, and then she reached her very tender garden. The Amazon Princess crooked one of her fingers and pushed it between Dinah's legs, causing an explosion of lust to fill her body.

The Amazon worked her finger deep in between Dinah's legs and the blonde goddess panted the more that Diana worked her over. Her nipples got rather stiff and Diana placed her hand on them, squeezing them.

Dinah's motions of sucking Harry's cock were intense and Harry stripped Jaime completely of her clothes. He planted a series of kisses on her stomach.

"Don't tease me, Har, for the love of fucking god, don't tease me," Jaime whispered and Harry's able tongue snaked between her legs and worked it's divine magic.

Her juices were his reward, having been released in absolutely no time whatsoever.

That being said, Dinah was about ready to receive a nice little reward of her own. She kept pumping Harry's manhood between her legs, sucking him, slurping on him. She was determined to get the treat that waited within him.

Harry groaned, feeling her able lips work him up into a frenzy but he kept munching on Jaime's pussy.

Her work paid off quite nicely, as Harry's white hot seed sprayed in her mouth. Dinah kept sucking him, milking every single last drop of cum from his balls until her mouth was completely full.

She pulled away and Diana grabbed her, now stripped naked. Dinah groped Diana's breasts, returning the hot favor from earlier.

Jaime sprayed her vaginal juices on Harry's face, bucking her hips up and she looked up to see Dinah and Diana kissing each other, groping each other's asses and rubbing their breasts and vaginas together to create a bit of delicious friction.

"That's pretty fucking hot," Jaime managed and Harry turned her over on the bed, kissing her once again. She could feel goose bumps going down her body, filling each fiber of her being with indescribable pleasure.

Harry slid deep into her after working her up quite nicely and Jaime's pussy stretched to accommodate the welcome intruder to it. He managed to hit all of her right buttons, dripping her pussy hard.

"Oh fuck Harry, harder, come on harder, fucking wreck me," Jaime moaned, and Harry cupped her breasts. Her tight pussy gripped his tool and pumped it into her.

Meanwhile, Dinah draped over Diana, their pussies rubbing together. Dinah dipped her hand into Diana's pussy, making sure to collect the juices into it, rubbing her clit to allow further stimulation.

Then Dinah smeared Diana's own pussy juices over her heaving breasts and prepared to lick her completely dry.

"Oh great Hera," Diana moaned, she could feel the pleasure.

"That's so fucking hot," Jaime moaned once again and she could feel that her pussy was being pounded by Harry.

Soon he would have to cum, he really would have to cum and when he did, she would accept his juices into her tight pussy. Jaime closed her eyes, feeling Harry work her over.

The dark haired sorceress felt the sensation of him going into her and her nerve endings felt like they were on fire. What Diana and Dinah were doing had caused her to be heightened with even more pleasure.

His balls tightened and Harry plowed into her, her pussy squeezing him when he continued his journey into her center.

"Oh yes, yes, take me, harder, you know that," Jaime moaned, really getting into the moment.

Her milking of his prick ensured that his cumming would be intense as it always would be. His balls launched a heavy load of cum deep into her once again. Jaime closed her eyes and felt him injecting his white hot fluids into her.

The Potter female felt her walls painted white and she saw stars once again.

Dinah smiled, and she moved her way over to Harry, draping herself over his lap, her heated core lined up over him.

"Good, you're hard for me again," Dinah said and her breasts were dripping from the juices that she smeared over them from Diana's pussy.

"Always," Harry said, cupping one of her breasts and causing her to give a scream of excitement. "And always the screamer."

"Don't you know it, now shut up, and fuck me," Dinah said, grinding her hot and wet pussy over him and Harry was only too happy to accommodate, pushing himself deep into her depths and she clamped down onto him rather hard.

Jaime felt lonely once again, but not for long, she saw Diana on the bed and she crawled over between her legs. Her hot breath blowing against her dripping twat got her all wound up and excited for what was going to come next.

"Great, Hera!" Diana screamed and she could feel Jaime's tongue bury deep into her pussy, and she could have sworn that it extended deep into her, licking out the inside of her walls. That being said, the Amazon lost all sense of herself.

Jaime smiled, Diana tasted delicious as always, and she seemed to taste better every time that he worked her over.

Dinah's white hot pussy wrapped around Harry's tool and she bounced higher, riding Harry. She could feel him go into her body and as always, her really tight muscles squeezed him. His hands roamed all over her body and the blonde whimpered with pleasure, when he worked his hands all over her body.

"Yes, yes, just like that," Dinah encouraged him, bouncing even further up and down his tool, taking him deeper in between her hot thighs once again.

The blonde once again felt his hands roam her body and she squealed in delight the more that he brought his hands all over her. It seemed like this was causing sparks to fly all through her body and her tight vagina clamped around him, milking his tool when it went deeper in between her legs.

"Oh yes, oh fuck yes," Dinah whimpered once again and she could see Jaime now have Diana over on the bed, bound once again.

Diana could feel her pussy clench and she could see it brush over her dripping slit.

"I'm going to take you, Alpha or not," Jaime whispered with a smile on her face and Diana closed her eyes, with the Potter goddess ramming her strap up deep into Diana's hot pussy, stretching her out.

Diana could feel the pleasure and she allowed her to be taken, the strap on penetrating her walls and pushing deep into her. The Amazon Demi-Goddess felt the rush that continued between her thighs and everything was as it should be, pleasure, oh so much pleasure. Diana could not even begin to describe what she was feeling.

Dinah rocked herself up and down onto Harry, and she was enjoying the ride. His able lips treated her breasts nicely and the blonde reared her head back to the heavens to let out a scream of lustful pleasure the more that her tight walls closed around his probing tool. She kept riding him to the point where she was blinded by the remarkable amount of pleasure that exploded through her body.

"Want to switch, Harry?" Jaime whispered, eying off Dinah and Dinah could see what Jaime was doing to Diana and her pussy grew damper, there was no question about it, she wanted a piece of that and she was goingto get one, get a piece.

Harry nodded and Diana could feel Harry's hands roam her body. He had been building up quite a pace with Dinah and her wet walls closed around him when Harry slipped into her body.

"I bet you wanted this all night," Harry whispered her and his hands caressed her body.

"Take me, oh take me," Diana begged him, she was all for gentle but there was a time where they could be gentle and there was a time where Harry could take her and take her hard and this was one of the times where she wanted Harry to take her hard. Her body begged for nothing less.

Harry was not going to hold back, oh no, not in the slightest. He hammered Diana hard from behind and the Amazon Princess gave her screams of lust, feeling his manhood go deep into her body.

The dark haired princess felt him once again plow deep into her body and she whimpered, the more that he caused pleasure for her, the better things would be. Harry rammed himself as far into her body as he could go and she felt the rush of him striking her g-spot with a pleasurable impact once again. It spiked pleasure tremors all through her body.

Dinah could feel Jaime's strap on push into her.

"My brother left you wet for me, that's good, let's see if I can get you wetter," Jaime said, and she squeezed Dinah's breaths and once again, the blonde bombshell felt her breath being driven from her body, the more that she pushed herself deep between those smoldering hot thighs.

Once again, the blonde closed her eyes, rolling her hips up and Jaime was really plugging away at her from above. It seemed like each thrust was bringing her over the edge and then just a little bit further beyond.

Harry had been working up a pace and he could feel Diana's tight walls caress him in an attempt to bring him to an explosion. His balls ached with the need of release and he was about ready to go.

Diana's body tingled with excitement, sensing his release. He ran his hands over her body a little bit more.

He explored every nook and cranny of her body and held onto her hips, ramming her from behind. The Amazon could feel that pleasure coursing through her body and his balls throbbed with the greatest desire when he was this close to spilling his juices into her.

"Do it, cum, cum, please, paint my walls white, make me your personal…oh put that cum in my pussy," Diana begged and her whimpering increased.

"You know, since you asked so nicely," Harry grunted, working into her from behind and once again, his balls throbbed. He didn't slow down his pace, rather he sped it up and his thrusts got deeper into her.

Diana gave a squeal of delight when his manhood pushed into her and it launched a few splatters of cum into her body. The flood and rope after rope of cum launched between her hot thighs and Diana once again felt him, when he painted her insides completely white.

Harry pulled out of her completely and he eyed Jaime, and there was only one thing to do now.

"Switch."

Harry's hardness pushed back inside Dinah and Jaime's tongue was inside Diana's pussy, eating the combination of juices that were oozing out of her.

This arrangement continued throughout the night, with all four parties becoming greatly satisfied after things worn down.

Gordon showed up at the latest crime scene and things were rather different, at least somewhat. The Actor was strangled by a garrot of some sort, likely a cable and the producer was stabbed, repeatedly, once again.

The Actor's body faced in the direction of the bed and that seemed to Gordon that whoever did the killing, he trusted him enough to turn his back on him. The actor laid face down on ground, right between the door and the bed.

The female producer on the other hand, is lying naked on the bed. She had been stabbed numerous times, in the chest and abdomen. There was something that was different about this murder though.

This particular murder, it was extremely messy. The bed itself was used, and the murderer didn't bother to clean up after himself. It seemed exceedingly sloppy.

He could tell the bed was used before the murder even took place, but by who was a question that was outside the scope of the investigation.

Much like the male producer, the female one was stripped completely naked.

"It's a shame isn't it?" Bullock asked, chewing on his trademark toothpick as he looked down at the female producer who lingered on the ground. "I mean she had a pretty killer body for a dame her age."

Bullock was sure to get his fair share of looks at any other time but to be honest; Gordon was too preoccupied with the investigation to really care.

Gordon looked over things and that statement from Bullock clicked in his mind, remembering Sarah making pretty much the same observation at the other murder site and he turned around, looking at the Actor's corpse.

Slowly, Gordon scanned the body, and his eyes were narrowed. He was considering something, potentially a wild theory hitting him, almost wild enough to be true.

As if on cue, Sarah turned up right there into the hotel room. Needless to say that she was particularly pleased given that this was her day off and she had plans for later.

"So, what did you need me here for?" Sarah asked, her voice cool and business like as usual. That being said, Gordon stood up and faced her.

"I need you to take over the investigation, John can fill you in on the particulars," Gordon said in one breath and the female looked at him. "I need to check something out."

And without another word, Gordon walked off, leaving her standing there. James Gordon wasn't someone to take off randomly from an investigation like that, there was something up, and she didn't quite know what it was.

Meanwhile it was time for Jones to fill her in on the investigation.

Barbara Gordon sighed, there was sometimes where this schedule that she chose to undertake was more of a curse, than a blessing, but never the less, she wouldn't really want to have it any day.

On this day, she had classes at both GPA and GCU, but thankfully, thankfully, there was a fair amount of light at the end of the tunnel. It was going to be next month where she was going to finish up her course load at GPA.

Hell, the only reason that she was there would be to finish up a couple of extra credit courses. Which some people might consider strange, but those people really didn't have her dedication. Even though she had a full ride scholarship to GCU, she wanted to get the best out of everything that she had. Never settle for less than her very best.

That being said, Barbara went to the GCPD, pretty much ready for another day at work. The redhead stepped forward, shaking her head. She really needed a cup of coffee after the day that she had.

She was about ready to get started but it appeared that coffee and her work would have to wait, because her supervisor was waiting her.

"Miss Gordon, before you start, Chief O'Hara wants to speak with you briefly," he commented in a dull, dry, monotone. It was obvious that he was a paycheck zombie to be honest, and given some of the things that he had to deal with, he had long since given up passion for his work.

Barbara opened her mouth and then nodded, but to be honest, she was confused, wondering why Chief O'Hara would want to talk to her.

'I better go find out, I guess,' Barbara replied, slipping off for that conversation once again.

She had to side step an approaching Branden, who was talking to Nashton in a low voice once again. Nashton's face had a sickening smirk on it, but Barbara just passed it off as his usual arrogance.

'Likely too pleased about something that he did, again,' Barbara thought with a lengthy sigh.

Chief O'Hara's secretary noticed Barbara show up and waved her in with a smile.

"You can come right in, Barbara," the secretary told her with a smile and Barbara made her way into the office, her curiosity getting the better of her.

Hell there was too many times where her curiosity always got the better of her and she could heard Loeb's voice on the other end. At first, Barbara thought that it might be something of interest, but it was just politics and what have you. Something about their hunt to bring down Batman and Nightwing, but given the fact that was just standard course, Barbara wasn't concerning herself too much with that point.

Chief O'Hara looked up, noticing that she was standing right in his doorframe, patiently waiting.

"Loeb, I have to call you back, something important has come up, yes, I know, but I'll talk to you in about ten minutes," O'Hara said and he got to his feet once again, to see Barbara. His expression looked rather oddly somber. "Barbara, how are you doing?"

"Fine," Barbara commented, with him greeting her with a really big hug, to be honest, she grew up around the force, so she knew a lot of them, especially those who had survived all of these years.

Which might seemed like a grim assessment to take but given that this was Gotham City, it was an extremely accurate one to say the very least.

"So how is school going for you?" O'Hara asked and Barbara smiled.

"Good, I just got to finish up a couple of courses at the GCA, and then it's off to GCU…"

"James said you had a full scholarship," O'Hara said and Barbara nodded. "Good, you earned it, I remember when you were this high…"

O'Hara put his hand up as if to demonstrate, it barely coming up to his knee.

"That just shows you how fast the time goes," O'Hara said, he had to say goodbye to a few good men and a few bad men during that time as well, burying most of them. Among those whose bodies were actually found, there were many who would be missing forever more.

"So, exactly why did you want to see me?"

O'Hara frowned, he knew that this was going to come up, so he tried to soften the blow for some light conversation. "We've finally found someone to replace the Information Tech that went missing."

"Oh, that's good," Barbara said and she could sense that this wasn't all.

"It was also brought to the attention of human resources by someone….that you're working for us," O'Hara said with a long sigh. "I'm really sorry, Barbara, but that's against the rules, we have a strict policy, no one under the age of twenty-one can work here. It's just a liability thing really, it's nothing to do with your qualifications."

"Oh, I know," Barbara said, she wondered who would rat her out, although it was slowly coming to her who the rat was. It was so obvious.

"It just got lost in the shuffle due to the fact that we were understaffed and really no one was complaining at the time," O'Hara said and Barbara frowned once more. She could hear him saying something else underneath his breath. "In fact, we're still understaffed."

Barbara frowned, someone would have to complain and there was someone that had a reason to complain out of spite. She doubted very much that she was on the wrong track; in fact she was on the very right track, putting two and two together right now.

"So, I'm being let go?"

He nodded with a frown. "I wanted to be the one to explain this to you, because….well I didn't want you to take it in the wrong way and others might have made you think that it was because of your abilities, but it isn't your fault in any way."

Barbara opened her mouth she could not believe this, really she couldn't, this was kind of unbelievable. That being said, she was a bit loss, since she had been around the force since around the age of six.

There was a knock on the door and Barbara just barely noticed Rachel enter the room, with Harvey in toe.

"There's something important we have to talk to you about," Harvey told O'Hara and his eyes averted towards Barbara for a moment.

"It can't wait?" O'Hara asked.

"It can't wait," Rachel confirmed, wondering what was going on and she could see Barbara looking rather down in the dumps right now.

"I'm sorry," O'Hara said, giving her a brief hug and sending her on her way.

Barbara slipped out of the office, in a bit of a daze. Time almost seemed to slow down for her, likely because it did.

The first thing that she saw when she exited the office was Nashton, looking as smug as ever. That caused her eyes to narrow and her temper to reach its boiling point when she clenched her fists.

'That smug….that…arrogant….that son of a bitch."

He was about to say something to her but Barbara never gave him a chance to open his mouth and spout off what he was going to say.

Rather her punch did all of the talking and knocked him completely out. Nashton hit the ground, and was seeing more than stars.

Barbara walked off without another word, leaving Nashton down on the ground, hopefully with a broken jaw.

Selina sat in her apartment, having finally been able to move back there a couple of days ago. Thankfully most the damage was repaired, so she could get on with her life.

Right now, the woman sat with her legs crossed, bare naked with her hand cupping her chin in the tinker pose, and she could see the sun set outside of her window.

Eyes narrowed slightly, she was in deep contemplation about what her next move was. It was almost like she was trying to figure out the pluses and the negatives of what she was about to do.

After a moment or two of being in deep, deep thought, Selina made the decision what she was going to do. Sashaying over to the phone, she moved over to the phone table and picked it up.

Dialing the number, Selina waited fairly impatiently for the person on the other end to pick up.

"Hey, it's me," Selina said and she waited. "Yeah, no, their okay…..listen, I was hoping we could talk in private….."

There was a moment where there was a chatter at the other the line and Selina frowned.

"Obviously we're doing that right now, but I meant we should do so, fast to face, yes, it's that important, yes, I know, I don't need an appointment," Selina continued and shrugged. "But I don't know where you're holed up….yes….yes….security, I know…"

She paused once again.

"Okay, if you want to send a driver, you can send one, there's nothing stopping…..okay, fine, yes, thanks, Mario, I appreciate it, I'll see you soon," Selina said and she hung up the phone one again.

Wiping her hand across her brow with a sigh, Selina made her way towards her bedroom but suddenly, the phone rang once again.

She made her way promptly over and answered it.

"Hello….oh Alex…..hi," Selina said with a smile on her face, switching to Speaker Phone.

"Hello, Selina, I was stuck at the office, just doing paperwork, and bored out of my skull, so I thought that I'd call you, and see if you're doing rather well," Alexandra Potter said.

"I'm doing find, it was just a small cut, really," Selina said once again, she knew that Alex heard about what happened, so there was really no use in trying to deny it at all. That being said she sighed.

"Another attack, that's not a coincidence, there's someone who is after you," Alexandra responded in a firm voice and Selina knew that the hospital would not have been the last of this conversation, no far from it.

"Look, Alex, I told you that I could take care of it, and you didn't tell Harry, did you?" Selina asked, trying not to sound too accusing but at the same time, she couldn't really keep the tone of accusation out of her voice.

"I didn't tell him, I promised you that I wouldn't, but that doesn't mean that you shouldn't," Alex said sternly and Selina frowned, looking at the woman who she was speaking to on the other end of the phone. "What exactly is your problem with my cousin anyway?"

"Nothing, I told you it was nothing, it's nothing on his end anyway, I actually like him a lot, but it's really complicate," Selina said in a distressed voice.

"Okay, fine, you don't want to talk about it, that's good," Alexandra said and Selina could almost sense the penetrating gaze that was coming over through the phone. It was alarming to feel.

"So, how is your work with the Red Sun over in Metropolis?" Selina asked, trying to switch tracts abruptly.

Selina listened intently, as Alex told her about everything that had been happening. To be honest, she had not been listening.

"So, anyway, I'll be busy burning the oils over here for a while now," Alexandra said with a smile. "But I should be back tomorrow, if you want to meet up."

"Yeah, that would be good," Selina said with a smile on her face. "We should meet up from tomorrow night at the club, if you want to."

"Sounds, great, I'll see you then."

"That's good then, I'll be there…"

"I know that you'll turn some heads honey," Alex said once again and there was a moment of laughter coming from her.

"Oh, like you don't have any room to talk," Selina said, shaking her head in amusement.

"You know that, I don't but anyway, I'll see you there, I miss you," Alex said about ready to hang up.

"I miss you too," Selina replied softly and she hung up once again.

This time it didn't ring and she was left alone with her thoughts.

The Production Assistant paced back and forth, and the woman was being stared down by Matt Hagen.

"This entire shoot has been unprofessional, it's been a fiasco, all of my best scenes are getting ruined because of all of this, and…..now you can't even guarantee me a safe working environment, because these actors keep turning up dead and the GCPD is roaming around, asking questions, and…." Hagen said looking at the production assistant once more and the woman glared at him. "You know, what kind of rinky dink operation are you running here anyway? This remake could blow that old version out of the water, I mean, that other guy, Carlson….."

"Karlo," the production assistant snapped through gritted teeth.

"Yeah, whatever, that guy, he doesn't hold a candle to me, both in looks and in acting ability, you know, I could be the next James Bond," Hagen said with a smile on his face and the production assistant looked at him with a dubious look at that claim.

Hagen ranted on and on and the production assistant was getting quite frankly sick of it.

"Is that a wrinkle?" the assistant asked casually and Hagen blinked.

"Where?" Hagen asked, looking like he had been informed that someone had run over his only child.

"Right there, around the area of your right eye," the Production Assistant whispered and Hagen moved off suddenly.

With Hagen out of the way, the Production Assistant moved on, on her way to see the Director. A few people asking questions along the way, although none monopolized the Production Assistant's time more than Hagen did but that was taken care of.

She rapped on the door and waited for the Director to answer. The door opened and the room was set up for a romantic night, with candles all around in the circle, and a table set for two.

The Director stepped forward and much to the Production Assistant's surprise, the two of the met for a kiss.

There was hesitation on the part of the Production Assistant, but the kiss was reported.

The two of them pulled away from each other. "So how was your day?"

The Director turned around for a second.

"Hagen was being a drama queen," the Production Assistant said through gritted teeth. It was obvious that there was a temper tantrum about to blow. "You know how he is, he thinks that he's god's gift to acting."

"Well, you know that we have to put up with him and his quirks, his agent got us a good deal with him and we can finally make a version of this film that will make people forget about Karlo's," the Director said, but he paused. "So, darling, I can't help but wonder, if you've gained weight?"

Eyes flashed open and the dagger was already out of the sleeve of the production assistant. The same dagger from the Terror remained cupped in his hand. The Director barely had a chance to react, before a hand cupped over his mouth and it was stabbed into the Director's chest.

The dagger stabbed into the director again and again, in an angry manner, and the voice or the production assistant became more masculine, the faux voice that he used having been dropped.

"No, darling, I didn't gain any fucking weight," he snarled, driving the dagger into him one more time for good measure.